You know how they say,

“If it’s not meant to be it’s not meant to be”.

It’s bullshit.

I still remember that day.
As clear as you remember your first kiss, an infant her mother’s touch and like we remember the smell of the fresh soil of the first rain; like it was yesterday.

Like every protagonist’s right and a duty if I may say; I just HAD to screw things up.

But oh wasn’t she beautiful.

I was there, near this café that had just opened. Had the word around that they served wonderful tea. “Tea-sra Jahan” they called it; quite a witty name if you ask me.

Anyway, so there I was with my friends for two reasons

a. I was bored and my friends wanted to have their Chai-Sutta Episodes

b. It was near HL.

I would be lying if I said that the second reason in no way outweighed the first one.

Just as I was sipping tea; one sip at a time; happy to have that taste of pure ecstasy but sad that it will be over soon. Quite like life and all other pleasures eh?

Yeah, I am a little dramatic that way.

And suddenly everything turned; as if the world had added a Valencia Filter. A bright stroke of yellow walking; brushing her hair off her forehead, walk like she didn’t belong here; in this cruel dark world.

I just stared. Beads of perspiration rolling from my neck as I pondered.

You all know how guys look at girls and I do too but I said to myself,

THIS is different.

It is such a cliché; the “love at first sight”
But oh boy, wasn’t it true!

There she was walking right past me us, but they don’t matter do they?

For they weren’t feeling the same way I felt. Blood gushing through my veins. Flames in my eyes. Finally relating to that lyrics you loved but never understood. “My head’s underwater but I am breathing fire” and all of this in one moment. One infinitesimally small moment that lasted right about a lifetime.

That one moment when our eyes met.
To that very instant, I almost gasped nay screamed but only within

“Eye contact is a dangerous thing but oh so lovely”

I think it was meant to be.
Not us falling for each other. Maybe it wasn’t.

P.S

But, Me falling for her?
YES.
It felt as true as a bird meant to fly
A fish meant to swim
A poet meant to write

It would have been a sheer tragedy if these things wouldn’t have happened.